When you look into my eyes,
What do you see?
Do you see the violence that has threatened me so many times?
Or is it the death that has haunted me?
Maybe it's the fire,
The one that killed my family?
Or maybe it's the murderers.the ones I thought were my friends.
When you look into my eyes,
What do you see?
Does it frighten you?
As it has haunted me?